I look into you, the sky paints me blue
Perhaps it’s falling down to ground
Perhaps I am falling up high
Return to peace, return to cradle of
the sun
Born to be devoured by
The older he gets, the faster
he runs
Comes to an end
As dusk fall pushes with
her hands
Onto the ocean gold
Into the heart of earth
he drowns
His blood fountains out
Stains the clouds red from loud to lost
Rows after rows stratus and cirrus
A funeral parade westward
Their condolence undone
Become the servents of profound
So surge the black waves on shore
step by step
And the dreamscape remains quiet
